Cliché || C.H

Chapter 1

Giselle's POV

"Shut up! You come home drunk every single fucking night and expect me to put up with your shit! We have a daughter and what do you do?! Get wasted and come here violent! I thought you would get better. I thought you just needed time." My mom says  as she paces the floor, frantically running a hand through her hair.

I knew what was going to happen next. I have seen it countless times and yet I couldn't move. I couldn't stop the one thing that haunts me and my dreams . I just stood there, forced to watch that day over and over.

My dad was standing in the kitchen, laughing hysterically. He shakily pulled something out of his sweater. Something I knew all to well. He slowly pointed it towards his head. I wanted to turn away. I wanted to run to him and grab the gun from his hand. But I couldn't. I stood there, frozen, wishing that I could've done something. Anything.

He slightly turned to me and pulled a small smile. I was always sure it was the alcohol making him hysteric but somewhere in the back of my head I knew that that smile was a broken one. One of remorse and sympathy.

He pulled the trigger. I was in shock despite the many times I've seen it happen. I still couldn't move. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I felt my eyes beginning to sting, my chest becoming tight, my breathing becoming uneven. And yet, I did nothing.

Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt

I shot up grasping for air. Tears started to spill uncontrollably. I placed my head in the palm of my hands, sobbing. I stayed like this for a few minutes until I regained composure. It's become a routine for me now to have this happen every morning. I've had to deal with it for four years. I tell myself that I'm used to it but I know I can't lie to myself. I'll never get used to it. But maybe if I tell myself that I am, I eventually will be.

I got up and went to the bathroom to prepare for another dreadful day. I turned on the shower, making sure the water was warm enough and began to take off my clothes. The water never ceases to help calm my morning trauma. I guess that's one thing I look forward to. I don't look forward to much because it only brings disappointment. Life is just full of liars and false promises.

Once I was done with my "Bathroom Routine", I headed back to my room to pick an outfit for the day. I don't try hard for such a trivial thing. People could care less about what I wear and as long as I'm presentable and comfortable, I'm good. I settled with black jeans, a plain white shirt, black converse, and a beanie. I was finally ready so I headed out and began to walk to school.